"Yours."
"Louder."
"Yours, Niko! I’ll always be yours!" I scream.
His mouth crashes into mine again, and it's not sweet. It's savage.
I cry out as he hits the spot that makes my vision go white.
"That's it," he pants. "Come on my cock, orea mou. Come for me."
His pace increases, and he slides in and out powerfully. I hold him tight, my body feeling like it's on fire. It starts deep in me and works its way out. Being suspended in air makes it more intense and I feel everything.
My toes go numb, my body starts to shake before I feel it and then, I shatter.
Stars blind my vision and my grip around him loosens, and I feel myself go limp as he holds me, pumping everything out of me.
It's like cool heat and I shake, coming hard. Every thought washes away and pure bliss overtakes me. I smile, the sensitivity between my legs making me giggle.
"That's my girl," he says slowly as I twitch in his arms.
"Jesus, that was amazing," I say, my eyes still closed.
His pace only slows for a moment before I open my eyes and see the dark lust in his. He grips me tight and starts grinding into me again. I don't know how it's possible, but I feel as if his cock has gotten harder, bigger, and my inner walls clench around him.
His breath comes in shorter ragged bursts and he squeezes me like it's all he needs. I grind into him, feel a second orgasm coming.
He fucks me.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
And with a final thrust that pushes me up the wall, we explode together. I shake as he spills his warm hot seed deep into me, filling me with his cum. I feel his cock twitch and I grind against him slowly, milking everything out of him.
He grunts as I squeeze him tighter into me, wanting all of him.
He leans into me, pressing me against the wall, breathing heavily. After a few moments he pulls out and I slide down to my feet.
I smile and pick up his dress shirt and smell it, loving his scent. "I'm wearing this," I say and put it on.
He smiles as he puts his pants back on.
"You don't need a shirt anyway," I say, buttoning a few buttons, looking at his delicious chiseled chest and stomach.
"That so?" he says, leaning down to kiss me. “Well you don’t need one either.”
"Niko!"
He picks me up with ease and I laugh as he carries me over to the couch and sets me down.
Niko sits next to me and I fall sideways, my head resting against his chest. I look up at him and smile.
I notice a dark bruise starting to form from where Dimitri struck him. I trace it gently with my fingertips.
"I'm sorry about that," I say.
